"Brother, my cup is empty
And I haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home"
"I am the captain of my pain
Tis the bit, the bridle,
The trashing cane
The stirrup, the harness
The whipping mane
The pickled eye
The shrinking brain
O brother, buy me one more drink
I'll explain the nature of my pain
Yes, let me tell you once again
I am the captain of my pain"
- Brother, My Cup Is Empty
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